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Salute.
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Or maybe, you're still looking for that someone special to walk home, with
Title:
Commitment. Senryu Form.
We walked our way home
(5)
Signed up with a white wedding
(7)
To work to our graves
(5)
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
In these dark times, you need your faith, whatever it is.
Even more.
Salute.
Do you like poetic stories?
There's a great game afoot.
The prize?
You.
if you get hooked
Title:
The Conversation in Hell
′In Hell, a lower devil asked a very successful, higher devil.
"Your lost souls count is spectacular. How do you turn so many beyond
Even the likes of Brother Count Dracula?"
The successful devil, smugly answered:
Team work and dark temptation with my other six princes.
So to Hell
We could take souls to be forever anchored
Using the power of temptation on people
Who take the Lord for granted.
And making them believe only they matter
Since
Social media
Infused with our dark matter
Sure does make the new herd gather harder
Making
People stay in and
Stop meeting
Hugging or greeting each other.
From sons and daughters
Fathers and mothers
All fools becoming obsessed with self-imagery
Causing their soul wilful injury
Relinquishing their humanity and that's when we step in
With The Lanterne of Light
Brother Lucifer bringing Pride
Beelzebub bringing Envy
Satan: Wrath
Abaddon: Sloth
Mammon: Greed
Belphegor: Gluttony
And I Asmodeus.
Lust.
For with pride begets envy
Jealously turns into Wrath
Wrath turns to Sloth
Laziness and apathy
Fuelled by greed to
Gluttony and lust
And making them believe all our lies
And in doing so
Losing their empathy
We do this all the time
In newspapers or online
On platforms they are brainwashed to trust
Telling them to live online
With this line
Who needs freedom
When you live online in a new kingdom
And so it happens
Sad souls living and lying about their lives online
Knowing it's wrong but won't admit it
Envious of family and friends
Trolling
Chasing fame and fortune but won't do the work
Twerking for Mammon with greed
Feeding Belphegor's gluttony
While I Asmodeus
Give them
Lust.
The darkest gift any soul needs
And in that manufactured life of presenting success
They die every day at our request
While encouraging their corruption
In the process
Only to finally fall when they forget the Lord
And we lead them to Hell
By The Lanterne of Light
To join our legions and hordes
And it's why I hold the highest souls count
The underworlds
World record
For I make them addicted with a lust for life
So they forget two simple things which can save their immortal soul
Asking for forgiveness through prayer for the chance to be transformed.
The end.
________________
Moral of the story.
Don't let the darkness in.
It comes calling in many tempting forms you know!
Social media, in any form can easily turn into a form of addiction.
Creating
Hate, fear, jealousy, envy, sloth, lust and so much more.
Sending best wishes and blessings.
Be safe in spirit as well as life. Salute.
Do you lucid dream?
If you do, you will probably understand how tragic it feels, to sometimes lose the frequency of a particular dream.
One for the lucid dreamers.
A gift I share and maybe use to create and inspire my visions.
Salute.
Ode to Cecilia
(A lone voice whispers)
Some rare nights
When my tired eyes
Close
As my soul goes
To the lower levels of the Astral Realms
Where no earthly winds
Blows
You sometimes meet me
Dressed like the true beauty
I always see
In pictures
Of you and me
Where we hold hands
Walk the line and talk
Like Johnny Cash and June Carter
But with the Moon as my witness
And the Tollkeeper
Of the Great Hereafter
Earths eternal timekeeper
I'm pulled back to the real world by
Daylight disconnecting Morpheus's
Dark magic
The true king and god
Of all sleepers
And just cursed to pray
I find you in my next dreams
Tonight
For not to do so
Would be so tragic
So my new god
Morpheus
Bless me
With some of your ecstatic melodramatic majik
From the deep depths of the Astral
Abyssopelagic Zone
So more it
Be
Copyright John Duffy
With reflection
In this
The midnight hour
I light a white candle
For the one
Who once had me
Under her power
Driven by loves
Powerful desires
For us
The Almas Perdidas
(Lost Souls)
Maybe like you
The
Left BeHinders
Who wallow and wade through griefs tiring waters
With a brokenheart
After love says
Farewell
To then become new drinkers
From Depressions deep well
Praying love returns
With a ring of a lone bell
To see true love
Once more and say
Stay
Please
Don't go away
And melt my heart
Stay
So we are now
No longer
Torn apart
But like all pilgrims seeking God
In their own particular way
We know the bell will never ring
We know our hearts will never heal or sing
So we live
In a living version of Purgatory
Dying with each breath of decay
We take
As we watch and wait for our call
To join others
Now living beyond
Purgatory Great Gates
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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(A lone voice whispers)
You are the woman
Of light and dark dreams
I once tried to conjure
To conquer
All principalities
From The Great In-Between
The lone star
In faraway skies
The prettiest rose
Ever seen
The Red Robin
The Black Crow
The Lion
And Black Bear
For your spiritual energy
Radiates so powerfully
It reaches out and calls to me
Everywhere
Your smile whispers of untold adventures
Your eyes carry a glint
Of mischievous Summer intentions
And that's I why
I just linger
A ghost of futures past
Whose memories of you
My Mon Cheri
Will always
Last
For they ring out
Sueños rotos
(Broken Dreams)
Like a talented
Opera singer
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Are you: A.
A rhymer
A gatekeeper to old or new emotional sensations
Demanding a freedom
To live in a new format
For real eyes to read
From the human nation
Or are you: B.
A young or old timer
Like a goldminer
From 1827
At Coker Creek
In the high country of Monroe County
Tennessee
Searching for the right lines
Like pure gold
To express and extinguish a cold uncontrollable fire
To turn your soul into one of Poetry's
Many soldiers who love all nighters
Going to war everyday
Against tones and metaphors
Juxtapositions or cold terror
Or are you: C.
Just another lone driver
Stuck on the highways of dreams
With a blown tire
Searching for someone new
To become real fighters Together
To also love Poetry's all nighters
With a mirror image to hold tighter and to help make the load
Lighter
Or are are you just a mixture of the three?
A represents the need to just write poetry for pleasure.
B represents the need to just write poetry for catharsis
C represents the need to just write poetry while seeking solace in someone special
Who shares the same bliss
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
(A lone voice whispers)
In this never-ending storm
Where powerful introspective winds
Swallow you whole
As the norm
A thought always strikes like a Promethium lightning bolt
Was there ever a place in your soul
Where my picture hung and your soul
Extolled
When it woke up
As you dreamed
Before going on Astral patrol
For all I can do in humble worship
Is remember
The sweet taste of your favourite red lipstick
The tantalising feel of your fingers
Laced in CHANEL N°5
Lingering around my shoulders
As we both wept
Watching Beaches
Which always
Left us speechless
Ma Chérie?
Do I still linger
In your echo chambers
Like Garth Brooks
Your favourite Country singer
So in this moment
As my memories gather
Like friends
In Low Places
As the thunder rolls
Just remember
If tomorrow never comes
And my prayers lay unanswered
I'll always remember how we danced
As
Loves ship
Sailed in
And anchored
But now
Cancelled and abandoned
As you look in another's eyes
I can only hope
Your memories get baptized
Like mine
In brutal storms
Of introspection
For in my eyes
There are never any real
Goodbyes
Just sweet country songs
Of reintroduction
So we can walk
Together again
Even though
We were both cursed
By wet appetites
Of self destruction
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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